Chapter Nine**Annabelle**
I bit my nails, and contemplated if I should accept the job or not. No doubt, more money can never be bad. I held that thought, and typed a reply accepting his offer. Almost immediately, he responded with details to his current location. I groaned a little, took off my wig, retouched my make up, and left the house.
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I followed the directions, and it led to the little bungalow. I rubbed my sweaty palms, then pressing the door bell.
Seconds later, he emerged from inside.
"Your house?" I asked, as he smiled.
"Not necessarily." He pulled me in. Without another word, he shut the door behind me, pressing his erect member hard against his pants, and at my entrance.
"You have no idea how much I missed you."
"That was the whole point of a one last f**k don't
